A/N: Hello and thank you for the alerts, favs and reviews. We will get to the action very soon, but I find a bit of drama makes the whole thing more palatable :) Enjoy this chapter and don't forget to review!

Warnings: Please do not read on if you are underage, if you dislike chan and/or incest, or if you like them, but cannot differentiate between what is fan fiction and what is real life. My stories are strictly for entertainment only and not to be copied or followed or taken as the truth in any which way. Got all that? Please proceed ONLY if you agree with the above.

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Arthur and Molly Weasley were an openly affectionate couple. They thought nothing of hugging and even kissing each other in front of their children, but Bill's quiet voice had them jumping apart as if they were still at Hogwarts and had been caught snogging in a deserted corridor.

Teary eyes going wide, Molly swung around. The sight of her eldest son standing there had her mouth falling open and her face turning pale before flooding with guilty colour.

"Bill?" Arthur's voice was higher than usual, his moist eyes as wide as Molly's, his face going through the same paling and blushing routine. "W-what are you doing down here?"

Bill met his father's shocked gaze without fear, back straight and chin lifted.

"Percy was snoring so loud I couldn't sleep so I came down to get a drink of water," he explained. "When I heard you two talking, I thought-"

"Oh, Bill!" Molly pressed shaking fingers to her mouth, her cheeks redder than before. "You didn't-"

"Hold on, Molly," Arthur interrupted. He reached for her other hand and squeezed it, his eyes never leaving Bill's face. "You know better than to eavesdrop on your elders, son."

"I'm sorry, dad," Bill apologised. "It's just - Percy snores every single night! I was hoping you two might be... well..."

He broke off and huffed, rare frustration showing on his face.

"What were you hoping, love?" Molly prompted. Her son's hesitation had tugged at her maternal instincts, suppressing her troubles and embarrassment for the moment.

Bill gave her a small smile before turning to his father, his small shoulders squaring noticeably.

"Look, I know our home is... small and we don't have much money," he began, speaking quickly as if guessing this was a sensitive topic for his father. "I don't mind sharing my room with Charlie and Percy, I don't. I just wish Percy was a quiet sleeper! When I heard you two talking in here, I was hoping you were planning to... extend our home. That's all."

The last few words were said very fast.

"Oh, Bill," Molly said again, but she was smiling. "You will have your own room soon, love. Your father and I were discussing it just last week, but first, we need to..."

She broke off and looked at Arthur.

"We need to save up a good bit of money first," Arthur continued without hesitation, his gaze and his voice frank. "We can't just build storey on top of storey without a good, strong foundation in place. Unfortunately, those foundations stones... well, they don't come cheap."

In the silence that followed, Molly bit her lip, her eyes roving over Bill's face and zeroing on the shadows under his eyes. She and Arthur had been saving up what little money they could every month to make their house more livable for their growing family. She was ashamed to think that just a few minutes earlier, she had actually considered - even if briefly - risking their meagre savings for that Muggle IUI procedure. Not that what they had right now could cover even half the cost, but the fact that she had actually thought of it for one tiny moment was... unforgivable.

She already had a home, a husband who loved her dearly, and six beautiful and healthy children. It was selfish to want anymore than what she already had.

"We appreciate that you've been very patient all this while, Bill," Arthur said.

Molly's smile was tremulous. "We do indeed, love," she agreed.

"But we haven't forgotten what you did just now," Arthur added, his face turning serious again. "How long were you standing behind the door and how much did you hear?"

Bill looked between his tense parents and exhaled.

"I heard everything, dad."

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Molly stared at Bill, her eyes widening again in shock. He had heard everything? What Arthur had proposed they do to make their dearest wish come true? Even the two curses they had planned to cast on Bill?

Oh, Merlin, what must he think of them now!

"What do you mean by everything?" she heard Arthur ask.

It was the hard note in his voice and the confused, hurt and almost frightened expression on Bill's face that roused Molly from her mortification. The one thing she and Arthur had always had between them, other than love, was honesty, a value they had passed onto their children. This scenario, more than any other she could recall, needed that honesty right now. Bill was their son and he deserved nothing but the truth.

"Come here," she said and tugged at Bill's hand until he was sitting on the old, scratched coffee table in front of them. With one hand holding his smaller one and her other still in Arthur's grasp, she turned to her husband.

"Arthur," she said softly. There was no need to put her question into words, she knew he would know what she meant.

Arthur took a deep breath, his eyes going to his son and then to Molly.

"Yes, you're right, Molly," he said and smiled at her. "You always are."

Molly smiled back as Arthur reached out, resting his free hand on Bill's pyjama clad knee.

'First, tell us everything you heard, son."

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An hour later, Bill's mind was reeling, but at least he had a better understanding of what his parents wanted to do and why.

"So mum won't have a baby girl if you and her... make love?"

"No, she won't."

"But she will if I make love to her?"

"That is the plan, yes."

"But what if she still gets a boy?"

"Then we won't try this experiment ever again." His father's voice was firm.

"And you will have a new baby brother to love." In contrast, his mother's voice was soft.

He also understood why they thought they had to Imperio and Obliviate him.

"What you want me to do... it's... wrong, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is."

"So you thought it was better to Imperio me than tell me?"

"I'm so sorry, love. We... underestimated you."

"It's alright, mum. But that's also why you thought you had to Obliviate me? Afterwards?"

"Yes."

He even got a crash course on human reproduction and found it disturbing to say the least. The very idea of inserting a part of himself into his mother to make a baby was... well, gross! The fact that his father had done it willingly at least six times in order to create six children made him blink, aware of his parents' red faces at this point, but unaware of his own disgusted one.

"It doesn't hurt, love. It uh, feels much better than it sounds, actually," Molly tried to reassure him, but her embarrassed face wasn't very convincing.

"So I will... leak a special liquid that will mix with something inside you and that will make a baby?" Bill asked, still having that repulsed look on his face.

Both his parents nodded silently, not looking at each other.

"And I have to be at least thirteen to have that liquid?"

"Yes, that's what the aging potion is for."

"How many times do I have to do this?"

"Well," Molly risked a quick glance at Arthur. "I get pregnant quite easily, so it should only take one try, but just in case..."

"As many attempts as needed," Arthur said firmly.

"Oh, Arthur, are you-"

"Yes, I'm sure, Molly. It's fine."

"But, Arthur-"

Bill cleared his throat loudly and they both turned back to him.

"But if you do get a baby, mum, won't she be mine and yours? Not yours and dad's?"

"When we get that baby girl, Bill," Arthur replied, "I will consider her my daughter and my flesh and blood. For all intents and purposes, you will be her eldest brother."

The living room was silent now except for the soft crackle of the fire in the grate. Bill was sitting on the sofa between his parents, his father's arm around his shoulders and his head resting against his mother's arm. He heard her sigh before a soft kiss was pressed to his forehead.

"That is a lot to take in, love," she said, "and it's getting late. Off to bed with you now. You can think it over-"

"No."

Bill sat up and felt his father's arm fall from his shoulders. He stood up and turned around to face them. They were his parents and he loved them despite having found out they weren't as exemplary or perfect as he had thought.

He appreciated the fact that they were good parents who had to make a difficult choice.

He appreciated their honesty and how they had treated him like an adult once they knew he had overheard them.

Most of all, he appreciated their decision to leave it up to him and that it was his choice to make. He didn't need anymore time to make that choice though.

"Mum, dad, I want to help. You don't have to Imperio me at all."

To be continued...

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